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surrounded by bitches I gotta count the new ones
See if my boys switched up gotta count the true ones
(Alright, here goes)
Gotta bad bitch, she mad as shit

totin' on two blicks with roaster
You dont wanna hear how that gun sound
When it go pound
Lining motherfuckers up, Im quick to lay em all down

Yeah Im in

just need some company
Don't tell me how to live cuz I'm just living nigga
I got struggles but I fight all the demons out the picture
I was doing all

Finding love
Not never knowing
My Marie Antoinette
Have my cake and oh yea I will eat to
Blowing out the candles
Lick the icing as I picture every frame

figure why I'm stuck in the past like a trap
Had a vision of me running too fast to get away
In a prison with a gun in my lap, I can't escape
I think I'm

I carried around a wooden gun that shot rubber bands
She dressed up just like a princess with a wand in her hand
I always knew that we would end up

niggas dry no visine
Niggas dying thanks to guns, police and codine
Please don't mention all the coke and vaccines
So they think i mean then when i'm doing

guns that hit your brother but hey
Chaotic minds, and know that some thrive,
And in the meantime, there's scars that gettin' carved into eyes

One, two

that picture too big for da way that I sin
I was gettin' busy, nigga told me "get it" , I did it
Now I got my own grind, income come from da rhymes
I'm

dreams, non legit nor to stay clean
No worry in the world nothing ever matters
Infatuated by money and sex on the platter
Well I differ from that view

the dawgs mutts
Fell out of love
I can't even picture when I get cuffed
I don't wear Rick Owens they're rubbed
The Cali I'm smoking it got me abducted
Don't

we can be,
The bird's flown high and you're aiming in to the tree - put down your gun and let it be free!
Striving for a world that's more fair with

born broke, but I'm dyin' rich That's on my brother, I know plenty English

Every gun I'm told, I better stutter Leave yo' face right in yo' lap
I find

of the greats
Somebody called in the silverback,
They fucked by the movement, Matilda raps
Bitch I don't hang with monkey bidness
Crushing skully's and I dump

a picture with me naked
Told her she spicy like cajun
She said my eyes lookin' asian
That's facts though, my eyes low
But I passed it off like Alonzo
I'm

Yeah
Look
I'm,
Too busy focus on trying to be the dopest
In the land of hopeless, guns poking, smoking
Leave your head bust open
Bottle my emotions

mine with a loaded gun
So when my moment comes, I strike with the impact of a thousand tons
Simple for the non-believers, basic cause my stats will leave

to play it right
They gon' have to make some room for me like a terabyte
Aye I get jiggy
I get bitches
I take pictures by myself
I get really, really rizzy,

ancient, thousand plus pictures been painted,
Graphic rap novelist,
knowing words can moves mountain and a nation.
High as aviation,
Ten hrs meditating,

having talks with Dad
Saw the bad coming
He brought me
I watched the water pass
Pops was tryna hault me
From having
Thoughts of a altered past

Passing by

improved even better

Than where I was in the past with a gun to my head

I was ducking the feds

Had some fumbled regrets

Now having fun collecting funds

Gotta make time for your loved ones though
Cause sometimes you go to sleep and the sun don't show
You know if crunch time come, then the gun gon'

Let us dwell into the story of young Manz
Malan kicking beats and chucking really heavy bars
Got intrigued by sound had do it too
But age six, all

right back up onto my motherfucking mantle
I paint a better picture than Leo
Young fresh in my suit life's a movie like Regal (like I'm Leo)
My shit is